Bonspieling

Yesterday, was the 1st Annual Yet-To-Be-Named Bonspiel at the Omemee Curling Club. Brother Enos, who curls there a few nights a week and is on the executive, rented the building and invited a bunch of us out to give the game a try. World-class curlers descended on Omemee from all around - Toronto, Oshawa, Keene, Fraserville, Peterborough and a couple of other backwater towns. Ahem. And judging by the smiling faces, a good time was had by all.

We started out with a lesson and some practice and then came upstairs for a beer and a potluck lupper. Then, back down to the ice for a game. Teams were set up and two games took place side-by-side. The competition was fierce; the excitement palpable. Upstairs, comments were made about how consistent a shot the old coot, I mean, my Dad had. (Sorry Dad, did I say that out loud?) Must've been the hat. The games finished and hand-shaking took place along with the customary "good game". The only thing missing were the bagpipes.

The kids had a good time too. They also started with a lesson but soon took to running the halls and playing hide-and-seek. Nolan couldn't decide whether he liked curling or hockey better and may have invented a new game in the process.

Dad called Enos today and asked if we're doing it again next year. The organizer is looking for a name for the event.